Male Empress Novels & Stories

Emperor Sunwoo roared in anger. The servant who called Lady Park Molan found courage to get near the bed and pulled the quilt. The naked people under it were seen. It's the Empress! The Empress is naked and having a vigorous sexual act with an ugly man! "What is happening?" "Why her Majesty do this?" "The man is very ugly." Left Prime Minister Park grabbed the quilt and covered the naked Empress, The servant handed him a bowl of water and he splash it on the Empress' face. Empress Park gaped when realization hit her.

’ I breathed it out raspily, not trusting my voice at all. ‘Empress.’ She corrected. ‘I am a Empress and ye’gonna address me as such.’ I’d be lying if I deny that my stomach did not do some acrobatics moves that I was assuredly unaware of ever being capable of doing. I beamed at her. ‘You are a Empress indeed, my love. My Empress.’ Slap. ‘Not yer. I’m Empress of Empire. I’ll show ye what thee capable of.’ The slurry voice pierces through the air and registers in my brain. Oh, how melodious she sounded—whimpering like my personal slut.

She saw a Young lady fully dressed in a beautiful black outfit, she was extremely beautiful with her pair of glowing purple eyes. "My spirit world?.... But wait a second here. Who are you?". She curiously asked…. Hoping for it not to be another person that would cause something weird to happen to her. "I'm Ember…. The first and true blooded Queen of Witches. And you're right…. You're also my reincarnation". Ember announced to Darcia that remained shocked for a while.

Isabella The Pamplemousses Botanical Garden is sprawling and green, making the villa’s manicured perfection look like a toy. Giant lily pads float on dark ponds while tangled canopies break the sunlight into scattered gold. Dante walks beside me, hands in pockets, sunglasses hiding his eyes. He hasn't stopped critiquing the trip since we stepped out of the car. "The humidity is going to ruin that linen," he says, eyeing my dress. "And these paths are poorly maintained. A waste of an afternoon."

I look down triumphantly at them both “Oh my,” The horse master drops his face, utterly lost. He turns to Mykhol as if to get guidance. But Mykhol only shrugs before giving a soft laugh. “This is not lady-like, Ana.” Mykhol laughs. But his gaze is anything but disapproving. Instead, they seem to take in the sight of my bare legs with a strange expression. “Of course not, Cousin.” I return. “I am not a lady. I am Empress,”

Angela replied this time, "No, except for Master Agathus by his majesty and, of course, Emilia who sometimes comes to visit since she's like a mother to the Emperor." That was news to Alexis. "Emilia is like a mother to the Emperor?" She asked curiously. "That's right." Added the third maid who had hair so light it was probably white instead of platinum blonde, "she raised him since he was a child." Alexis frowned at that. That meant Emilia had the most knowledge of the Emperor, but another question pestered her. "What about his mother?" She realised she shouldn't have asked when the dwarfs got all silent and looked anxiously at each other. She sighed and spoke again, "don't answer that."

I stared at her. She stared back. Neither of us moved. Eventually she sighed in frustration. “Marriage.” Ah. There it was. I should have known. The subject appeared so often that I was surprised she still had the energy to bring it up. “You’re still pursuing that?” The question earned another frown. “Of course I am.” “You’ve been pursuing it for years.” “And?” “And nothing has changed.” Her expression darkened immediately. “I would make a good empress.” That part, at least, was true. Lyrielle was intelligent, capable, and politically skilled. She understood court politics better than most nobles twice her age. If the question were whether she could perform the role successfully, the answer w

Honestly, I’d pray too if I knew I have even the slightest of chance. I wonder how many of these girls really know the Emperor beyond the stories we all hear or is it just his looks and power they crave? "Tell me, how much do you actually know about the Emperor?” I ask and Hilda's face lights up like she's been waiting all along for me to ask that. "Darling, the man is the most perfect male specimen you will ever lay your eyes on. Forget about him being filthy rich, powerful, confident and kind, he’s got looks that could drive you mad.” She gushes.

Joewella smiled gently at me as if reminiscing an ancient memory before opening her lips. "Empress Catherine was a princess from the Southern Sea of the Mermaid tribe. However, she was born from a female human while her father is a mermaid king. Because of her parent's difference in origin, she became a half-human and half-mermaid." She paused for a moment in admiration and ran her fingers on my hair before continuing her story.

The dress was big ball gown, pale yellow,it veil placed by the top of the mannequin, it was covered in net, and it was a beautiful dress any girl could wish for, but I felt sour when I saw it,this is not how I planned my life, this is not how I wanted my wedding to be. “Milady, you have to put it on,”The stremtress reminded me. I nodded and stood up to try it out. “Ahhhhhh! “I heard a loud scream and I shuddered. “What is that? “I asked no one in particular. “His Majesty is punishing some disobedient subject, it none of our business, you should try your dress”The stremtress replied as if she wasn't bothered by the scream. Since Prince Edward got in charge, he started to abuse his power even